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50 sentences describing scenery in classical Chinese

1.50 sentences describing the scenery in classical Chinese. Thanks to China's book Tao Hongjing, the beauty of mountains and rivers has been passed down through the ages. Peak into the clouds, clear water bottomed out. The stone walls on both sides of the Taiwan Strait are colorful. The green forest and bamboo are ready at four o'clock. The fog will stop, apes and birds will sing; It is really the fairy capital of desire. No one can compare with it since Le Kang. Note: ① This article is selected from all ancient documents of three generations, Three Kingdoms, Qin and Han Dynasties, Six Dynasties and Quanliang. Xie Zhongshu, that is, Chen Du, a native of Xia (now Taikang, Henan), used to be a Chinese book. Complement each other. ③ Four seasons: Four seasons. 4 rest: dissipation. The sun is going down. Decline. The fish diving into the water competed to jump out of the water. ⑤ The fairy capital of desire: paradise on earth. For desire, Buddhism divides the world into lust, * * and nothingness. Immortals live in a beautiful world. ⑧ Recreation: Xie Lingyun, a tour guide, a famous landscape poet, succeeded his grandfather and was named Duke of Recreation. He was a writer during the Qi and Liang Dynasties in the Southern Dynasties. Pet-name ruby and (y): participation, here refers to appreciation.

2. China's classical literature describing the scenery is even worse, and the grass is still alive.

Tang Meng Haoran's Search for Nine Fragrances in Happy Wang in Spring'

In February, the lake is clear and everyone sings in spring.

Don Yu Haoran's "Nine Faces of the King of Love"

Before Wen Daochun met, he went to Han Mei for information.

Send Wang Hanyang in Early Spring by Tang Li Bai.

The cold notice was exhausted, and the spring breeze returned to the willow tree.

Tang Li Bai's Eight Poems of the Palace

The east wind came back with spring and brought flowers from my branches.

Tang Li Bai's "Yi Shan Sunset Red"

The east wind will sprinkle rain and dew, which will make people full of spring in the world.

Tang Li Bai's Send Qi 'ang to Bazhong

In Xianyang in February and March, Golden Branch Palace Willow

Tang Li Bai's antiques

If the spring grass is affectionate, the mountains are still green.

Tang Li Bai Jinmen answered Su Xiucai.

Petals come with the wind, and the water is fragrant.

Quiddie by Don Liu Shenxu.

Flying snow with spring, it's not bad to be idle.

Don Liu Shenxu's snow is a mountain.

In summer, the big trees return early.

Tang Quanqi's Summer Night in the Province

The bitter nights in midsummer are short, and the entrance is cool.

Xuan: Window.

Tang Du Fu's Summer Night Sigh

The shade is quiet, and the solitary flowers show spring.

Lonely flower: a flower. Chun Ying: The remnants of spring have arrived in early summer.

Tang Wei Wu Ying's You Kaiyuan Jing She

The remnants gather in the summer heat, and the new rain brings autumn haze.

Lan: Fog.

Tang's water pavilion was sent to the county government.

Summer begins with half of Yin Qi. It's like clouds and autumn.

Summer half: more than half in summer, after May, and half in lunar calendar. Seats: The way the wind blows.

Yu "Send Teacher Liu's Clothes"

Summer cicadas rush out and new autumn geese come.

Tang Bai Juyi's Night Banquet.

3. Find 30 beautiful paragraphs of about 50 words to describe the scenery. 1. Standing on the bridge of Xiaoshi River, leaning against the railing and looking to the west, Xiaoshi River is sparkling, like a jewel-like princess, walking lively and quietly. 2. The weeping willows on the lake were bent by the strong wind, swayed back and forth when all the green leaves were off, and danced on the rippling lake. The light has faded, leaving only a bright red, slightly hazy, like egg yolk in a bowl, hidden behind the dense branches and leaves of Metasequoia glyptostroboides. Brown and black branches and red full moon, like costume art photography, are full of tranquility and serenity. The colors of the four seasons are a green world. The grass is tender green and the trees are new green. In the spring breeze, in the sun, all the greens are trembling. Quiet and poetic. Summer is a red world. The flowers are red, the sun is red, and the butterfly on the little girl's head is red. All red is like a burning fire. Everything in the world is full of passionate emotions. Autumn is a golden world, and golden leaves are flying in the air like a golden butterfly. In the field, the crops are ripe and the harvesters rumble here. I wrote a golden symphony. Everything is so brilliant and dazzling. Winter is a silver world, the sky is blue, the ground is silver, and the snow is white and crystal clear. Silver is a beautiful and peaceful world. Throughout the year, it is like an endless ribbon. Quiet spring, bright autumn and peaceful winter are all on this ribbon. Half a yellow leaf falls, and I hear the sound of life withering. Only the dead branches are left, the spring water gradually dries up, and the chill comes quietly. All this tells me that winter has come. In my opinion, winter is the least romantic season, especially in the south, where you can't see the snow and ice in the north. There is no Wan Li desert in the west, and there is no sound at all. Winter in the south is always just a depressed color. It's freezing, but it doesn't bring a trace of moisture. The cold of soaking bone marrow seems to have taken away all the warmth of the body, leaving only a loose and cold substance stuffed between the chest and lungs. In this season, people's thoughts will be frozen, and emotions and romance will be thrown out of the clouds in an instant. In this way, even if you make a wish occasionally, you will soon be thrown into the corner of memory. Standing outdoors, I took a deep breath, and a mass of white fog wrapped in a warm current curled up into the air, spread out in mid-air, and then merged into the long-lost dry cold air. The little hope that had just been ignited was shattered and disappeared quietly, as if it had never happened before, and this last special wetness was in a trance. Only a few scattered leaves are dotted with traces of life. The bark is slightly brown, as if it had been baked on a fire for a long time, and it has lost its spirit, and it seems that it will fall to the ground at any time. In summer, the lotus pond is full of flowers, leaving only dry roots and leaves. It has long lost the charm of displaying beads. The cold wind is rustling and the dead leaves are dying, as if quietly telling the beauty of the past. It reflects Li Yishan's mood of listening to the rain. The mountains in the south are no longer as tall and majestic as those in the north, and they have lost their former runlang in winter, leaving only a slightly gray figure standing quietly between heaven and earth. Silently guard a silence. If there is a heavy snow in the north, the mountains will be covered with a layer of boundless white, which is a magnificent and good picture, and there is new hope between the mountains. Unfortunately, there is no snow in the south. Just like the scattered hills on the vast Jianghan Plain, there are only green shadows of pines and cypresses all over the mountains, which are as green as frost, and the light green is faintly covered with blue ash. From a distance, it seems to be covered by flying dust. Standing by the river, I found that there was only a narrow gray chain left in the moat in the past, and the riverbank where the waves beat thousands of stones in the past is now a stagnant pool. The river seems to have frozen, and even the water in the east has stopped, and everything is dead. Yes, winter in the south can only be described as lifeless and lifeless. There is only one deposit slip between heaven and earth. This depressing atmosphere is full of everything, sucking away their vitality bit by bit. The afterglow of the sunset lazily climbed over the white and smooth skin of the mountain peak; Warmly shining on this quiet land, the clouds on the horizon drift by, as if following the footsteps of their companions; The blue lake slowly flows, and there are several boats across the lake, vaguely flashing some fishing fires. Maybe when the scenery is too lonely, my mood will sing, and the song will accompany the lake, taking me to recall that unforgettable past with a little sadness, but when I turned my head and left, I saw the other side of the mountain. That's where the sun rises again. Maybe spring will come tomorrow! Walking in the light snow is more interesting. There is only a trace of wind in the sky holding the flying snow like a kite. Looking up, this silk wind dominates the snowflake like a butterfly, sometimes it falls obliquely, sometimes it flies, sometimes it swings to the ground and falls on pedestrians. Snowflakes, like a naughty child, take pains to play with people, brush people's hot faces and turn into water drops flowing to the eyebrows. Small ice cubes are formed. White snow falls silently, fluttering leisurely. Soon, there will be a thin layer on the ground. When you step on it, it will make cheerful footsteps "cheep, cheep,,,,". With this step, you can spread your imagination wings as much as possible, pursue your best memories and embrace your happiness! You might as well take a deep breath. The flowers of My Sweetie will soak in your heart and spleen. You can't help thinking of a pure heart, and you will feel that the whole world is so pure. Winter has come, the grass is gone, and the grass is covered with a snow quilt. The trees are bare, only the pine trees are still green, covered with a white snow coat. The river is frozen. The mountains and pavilions in the distance are also covered with thick snow.